Chapter 601: The Huai Shui Disaster, the Grand Debut!
What is the most painful thing for melon-eating people?
There is nothing better than eating melon and eating it on your own head.
And what is the more painful thing?
I am sharing this huge melon that I have never had to eat with the protagonist who is being eaten.
I'm not a melon.
I am the squid in the melon field.
There are crosses of Runtu everywhere.
The water ghost opened the door stiffly and put away the phone in a jerky but unreasonable way. In fact, he wanted to pass the ball diagonally from behind and throw the phone into the cup of happy water, directly using the phone he just bought.
Physically delete browsing history.
But I still couldn't bear it.
After all, I don’t have enough money——
That was happy water that had just been poured out, and the smell would change after soaking in the phone.
Needless to say, the appearance of the girl was natural. After stiffly pouring a glass of happy water on the floor, the water ghost pulled Zhang Hao behind the door and lowered his voice: "This, this, this, what is going on?" Zhang Hao breathed out a breath and took the girl's appearance.
Things have been said once.
"Not from this era."
"And, amnesia?"
"yes."
Zhang Hao nodded and whispered: "She was disturbed by something mixed with divine power. This divine power acted on the soul. She lost most of her memory, leaving only her instinctive common sense and
After losing memory and being deprived of life experience, it is reflected in the instinctive tendencies of the body."
"In other words, the memory is gone, but the character and behavioral experience that have been shaped are retained."
"I can't imagine who did it. Such subtle manipulation of divine power is terrifyingly powerful."
"It's really scary to know something from the smallest detail."
"Could it be interference from certain formations?"
"possible."
The water ghost scratched his head without even imagining such an outrageous thing, but after looking at the people in the room, he suddenly felt that this girl's matter was not so unacceptable. After all, you can see the mountain gods of Kunlun Mountain gathering together.
We were watching a Western court drama together and saw a painter ghost playing Tarot cards with Xiao Qing.
Next to it were torn potato chips and Coca-Cola that was chilled to the perfect entry temperature.
All this seems normal.
The strong self-acceptance ability of the water ghost comes into play.
When he came back, the girl had just introduced herself and was already chatting with several people over there. The atmosphere was very good, or ridiculously good. The white palace was decorated with luxurious gold and majestic black.
The solemn girl who used red flying needles to create lines smiled and said:
"Me? Although I have forgotten a lot, my surname should be Chen..."
"My elder brother is not very good to me, but I have a distant cousin."
"As for the name? Mine?"
"Maybe... it's a photo?"
The water ghost's brain twitched and he asked: "Which photo is it?"
The girl smiles gently:
"Of course it's just like a candle, it lights up a small room."
"What else could it be?"
………………………
Wei Yuan came to the place where he lost his sword.
Of course, that river has been going on for more than a thousand years. Although it is changing rapidly for the human world, for this natural world, it is still far from the bottom of the vicissitudes of life. The river of the past is still there.
If you have to say something.
It probably smells a little bit stinky.
Wei Yuan pinched his nose and looked at the river, which seemed to be no different from before.
This river, how should I say...
If that boy Shipantuo fell into the river like this.
There was no way Wei Yuan would jump in and pick him up.
At most, at most, he took out the fishing rod that the water ghost had caught back then, pulled him up, and then threw him into the bucket and washed him several times. Since they left Tianzhu in North India, for more than a thousand years, religion has developed more and more.
It became more and more outrageous, causing everything to be found in the river.
After all, this is a country that studies the presence of gold in cow dung at its scientific research institute.
Wei Yuan has never seen it before.
Now, with the gradual recovery of the world's pantheon and the return of the extraordinary, the sacrifices here are becoming more and more frequent and grand. Of course, along with this, there are more and more various things in the river. Wei Yuan pinched a
The magic spell and the wind swirl around, dispelling the strange smell.
Then he looked at the river and waved his sleeves: "Come out!"
The seventy-two methods of earth evil: driving away gods!
He is just a river god, and with Wei Yuan's current strength, he may not be able to do it.
After all, a foreign country will definitely not recognize your Chinese laws.
But it's okay to call out.
Sure enough, within a moment, as the river trembled and the waves surged, a figure appeared, and immediately a rich and powerful divinity radiated out. The mortals around were dispersed by the illusion that naturally unfolded, ignoring the changes here.
Wei Yuan instantly recognized the source of power here.
It is a series of illusions.
Vishnu, the three-phase god who represents Dharma and balance, is good at this series of magical powers.
The tall river god with an indigo face, a pattern like a third eye between his eyebrows, four arms, standing on a lotus, and holding a golden hammer was surrounded by rough waves. He saw the black-haired man wearing a black outer jacket and putting his hands in his pockets.
The young man seemed to feel familiar and said, "Mortal, who are you?"
"How dare you disturb the gods without offering sacrifices!"
"Mortal, you will become an evil ghost in reincarnation and be punished!!"
The sound was vast, as if coming from all directions.
With natural grace and majesty.
It seems to make people surrender instantly.
It makes people have the tendency to kneel down.
Of course, such things manifested in the so-called gods are completely meaningless to Wei Yuan. No matter what kind of character he shows on the outside, his essence is that of a human race who has been reincarnated and experienced calamities over and over in the human world. He has experienced
Too much has passed.
Such a sound is far inferior to the roar of the overlord, not as majestic as the great Qin wind, not as majestic and vast as the sky is dead, and even less powerful than the monk who said softly, "From now on, I am the Mahayana."
Even Wang Xuance's roar would shock people's hearts more than this.
Wei Yuan lazily returned the salute and said, "You were the one who took my sword back then?"
"I'm here today, please give it back to me."
Master once said, even though they are barbarians, we cannot abandon them.
Of course, this sentence is not used in such a situation, but the meaning is probably right. Wei Yuan has always been like this when learning from his master. Zilu is a rampaging bull, and Yuan is a fierce horse that can knock the master off his horse. That is
Yan Hui asked the old man to have some peace of mind.
"sword?"
"Who are you……"
The river god was stunned, and then his eyes widened little by little. He seemed to remember the rough waves and the knight who couldn't take out the sword because of the protection of the scriptures. He slowly recalled it, and at the same time, something came to mind.
A handsome monk laughing wildly.
"Yes, it's you?!"
The four-armed Indus God with heavenly eyes suddenly looked left and right, like a frightened bird, and shouted in horror:
"That damn barbarian monk from back then is here again?!!!!"
"No, it's not..."
"Then, that eminent monk of the Tang Dynasty?!"
"Yeah, that's not right...this, that, that..."
In the end, the solemn river god took a few steps back and clasped his four arms together. He could not hide his fear, but he still said respectfully: "I mean, could it be said that it is the Tianzhudong who comes from the Eastern Kingdom of Cathay?"
Holy, has Mahadev, Mahayana World Honored One, deigned to come here?!"
"He, he, he, where is he?!"
The river god's face turned pale, and it was difficult for him to have such an expression on his blue face.
Vehicle actually refers to the wheels and chariots. Mahayana Buddhism is the big wheel, which can save all living beings. Hinayana Buddhism is the small chariot, which only cultivates oneself and frees oneself from troubles. It is difficult to say how superior or inferior the two are. No one can say,
The ambition to save all sentient beings must be stronger than the search for the human heart and self.
At least it doesn’t exist in Tianzhu, its birthplace.
Therefore, Mahayana and Hinayana have been arguing with each other for a long time.
It was not until the first century BC that Mahayana Buddhism surpassed Theravada and became the mainstream of Buddhism.
And why is it the default in China?
Because there was an old guy who was laughed at, who personally carved the order of self-cultivation, family governance, country-building, and world peace into the blood of the people of China. Therefore, things that are difficult to take root in other places will come naturally here in China.
The conclusion drawn is the so-called feelings of family, country and world.
It is the stamp of thought.
It's an almost instinctive choice.
And after reading the history of Buddhism several times and reading the Tripitaka Buddhism thoroughly, there is only one person who is honored as the Mahayana Heaven by Mahayana Buddhism and the Heaven of Liberation by Hinayana Buddhism, and is recognized as the pinnacle grand master and saint by the two opposing sects.
Wei Yuan said: "It's not him, it's him."
"He didn't come."
The panic on the River God's face calmed down: "Then, where is he?"
"he died."
The knight-errant of the Tang Dynasty whispered, "More than a thousand years ago."
"Died on earth."
"Hidden in Chang'an."
"The imperial wind passing over Longshou Plain will always protect the sleeping monk."
The river god's expression was sluggish, and then slowly returned to its original indigo expression.
"Dead, dead...?"
"Yes, yes, after all, we are human beings, after all, we are human beings, hahahahaha!"
"I almost thought he was a great god!"
The River God laughed wildly, as if he was about to overturn the huge stone that was pressing down on his heart in one breath. He laughed so wildly, wildly, and wantonly, and with his wild laughter, the entire main branch of the Ganges River...
It surged up, and a ferocious water god appeared.
But seeing that its appearance is terrifying, its face is indigo, or there are red lines on its face, or its eyes are wide open, or it has an animal face, or it has flames coming out of its mouth, and there are wheels of fire under its feet, each one of them is unique to this area.
The aura of power of the earth god system.
"That is the sword of the great Rama, the incarnation of Lord Vishnu!"
The River God laughed wildly: "What qualifications does a mere mortal like you have to control it?!"
"How could I have allowed you to live until now if the hatred I felt back then was not for that and... that Mahadev Mahayana Lord? Today, I, the god who controls the power of the great mother Ganges, will commit suicide myself.
I will kill you and take revenge! The great Fen Tian gave me wisdom!"
"Shiva has given me supreme destructive power!"
"Lord Vishnu has given me the right to exercise my rightful revenge!"
He chanted devoutly.
The gods arrayed.
Wei Yuan stared at this majestic existence with calm eyes.
There was a faint sword energy flowing around him.
When he left Beiyin, it was the first period of his swordsmanship. At that time, it was at the level of a mortal swordsman. There were few mortal heroes who could match him. However, among the legends of the Tang Dynasty,
For example, the swordsmanship of Li Jing, the God of War, and the Qiu bearded man must be no less than him.
Afterwards, he entered the world and was born, and finally left Chang'an to reach his peak.
Compared to the person he was when he left Tianzhu, he is already completely different.
You can also try the sword first before fighting Vishnu.
Wei Yuan subconsciously judged the enemy as one of the three-phase gods.
After all, Rama.
Everyone who understands understands.
The five fingers slowly stretched out. One was a vast army of water, and the other was a swordsman with a calm face. The two sides were about to fight, when suddenly a stream of light suddenly fell from the sky and hit the water heavily. Almost immediately after its appearance, there was a rumble.
It suddenly exploded with a sound like thunder breaking through the air.
A white-haired young man wearing a loose coat and headphones hanging around his neck descended from the sky.
Stepping directly on the majestic four-armed river god.
The latter wanted to hide, but didn't.
The young man stepped on his back.
Wei Yuan, whose sword heart was in a clear state, even heard a click and the crisp sound of bone cracking. He saw the great god being stepped on and folded in half, with a blank expression on his face. It was a very suitable picture to say
I had a disgusting expression, and then I was stepped on and sank into the river.
And the young man stepped on the water, with white hair and golden eyes, and there was a red evil spirit remaining in the corners of his eyes that turned into divine patterns.
"Wei Yuan!!!"
He roared!
The god next to him shouted in horror: "Who are you, you..."
"MD shut up!"
Wuzhiqi punched it out.
Hit that god directly in the face.
The extremely violent force directly slapped the god's face. With his eyes, Wei Yuan saw with his own eyes that the god's face was shaking like water waves. He saw more than twenty fangs flying out, and saw the expression on the face.
The anger was immediately stupefied, and when he saw that blue face, he turned into a fish head in a trance.
The entire branch of the Ganges River suddenly sank.
The strong wind carried by pure force swept across, causing the surrounding sailors and water to be swept into the core by the wind pressure. They were thrown out of the parabola for several hundred meters and smashed onto the water surface, causing a large explosion on the water surface.
It made waves in the water, then rolled around, and flew up again as if it were being tossed on the water with a stone. It slapped several times before it hit a statue of a god heavily.
Wisps of domineering arrogance rose up.
It is not performed actively.
It's as natural as breathing.
At the moment Wuzhiqi appeared.
Just be crazy and domineering, unreasonable, and plunder all the divine power here!
Power, misappropriation.
This place is the waters of the Ganges, and outsiders must retreat.
negative.
This place is the Huaihe River system.
No way, this is the Ganges...
No, this place is Huai River!
This place is Huai River!
Because the Huai River is here to harm you.
Therefore, this place can only be the Huaihe River system.
It can only be Huai River!
Power, usurpation!
Finish!
The Age of Gods - The Huai River harms the king and his power unfolds.
The pure power of the Gods was extracted, Wu Zhiqi's five fingers were slightly closed, and all the impurities added by later generations were stripped away and left at the bottom of the water. Only the originally born divine power was condensed and turned into a long aqua blue stick, with white hair raised slightly,
The golden eyes were unruly, and the water stick in his palm rotated once, setting off violent wind and thunder, and then pointed directly at Wei Yuan.
He roared: "You!"
"Let me go?!!"
Wei Yuan: “…………”
"What the hell?!"
His eyes widened, looking at this white-haired young man who was taller than him, and the corner of his mouth twitched:
"monkey?!!"
The water god next door: “…………”
PS: Today's second update... 4,200 words.
Cup of tea, don't worry, I just suddenly remembered the 600 chapters of the last chapter, or 607 chapters including the leave request, etc., so I just read the old book, so I felt emotional, this book is not up to that point